The new poets
Employ not rhyme
And barely discernible rhythms.
They tell it like it is
Sometimes, only sometimes
Truth flares
Like hydrogen light.
The new poets sling
Deadly arrows
Straight to the bull’s eye.
When more relaxed,
They paint canvases of dark, light
With colors hot, bold or both.
Through intellectual concepts
They lead our thoughts
Bring insight
That can break a heart
Or twist a stomach in horror.
In language plain or rare
As the case may be
Through intellectual concepts
They lead our thought along
Perception’s path
Draw us with them
Into new realms
Expand experience.
Is that not enough?
But where is the music?
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